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Song to Nefertiti from Brooklyn

Passageways washing with glints of ice
Verse capsule hide-out forging peace
Kernel underground counting on spring burst Maternity of leadership make way here now
Sudden conviction of presence each moment
Coming together in a notebook damn it
Sweep undercurrents of soul belief above
Take time back to itself zero hour
Watch the spears of tremor place
Lands in your spiritual legs on ice
Each step determines sinuous thought
A compartment of grief under each desk
Swell the circle with heart ditties
Some bubble restorative pops around us
Release contagion that it disperses quiets
A music of sunlight pierces the second
You could tell roughly advance energy
Desire to please in drifts of tandem sly
Contain the purple radish in winter cape
Suck the bulb to point of ethereal love

Sarah Riggs is a poet, artist, filmmaker, and translator based in Brooklyn. Her eighth, and most recent, book of poems, Lines (Winter Editions) was written during the 2016-20 Trump presidency, along with The Nerve Epistle (Roof Books). Riggs traveled with the Egyptian writer and filmmaker Safaa Fathy to Cairo and Minya in February 2025, and began ongoing work on Egypt Letters while there www.sarahriggs.org

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— Arts Fuse editor Bill Marx